Presea told me about a basic digital photography workshop she was going to attend. Given that the price is reasonable and the location good, I thought I’d give it a go as well.
The class was small, which was good because it allowed us to feel more at ease with our teacher James Nicolay (who really is a teacher by profession, rather than a photographer). The er, lesson was easy to understand. A bit overwhelming at first, perhaps, plus a little daunting when everyone else had a DSLR or at least a semi-pro camera.
Ego moment though, when I was told that I had a good eye for photos and should consider upgrading my camera (my ever lovely and reliable Canon Ixus 80 IS) soon.
Here’s the five photographs I submitted for critique, already edited and watermarked.
This class was very helpful in learning the basics of photography. Sure, I read books and tutorials but sometimes, the terminology and the text can be daunting. At least now I have a better idea of the technical side of photography and I’m also more familiar with my camera. I’m considering getting a DSLR sometime this year, but that’s all plans. Still, I had great fun and I’m more confident now with what I can do, photography wise.
Last weekend, Den and I went to Baguio. She told me that she had been hankering for a visit to our college town and asked if I wanted to come along (then again, whether or not I could go wouldn’t stop her hehe).
I had several reasons why I couldn’t go: work, lack of budget, plus I promised to go to my best friend’s thanksgiving dinner that weekend (she just passed the bar, yahoo!). But then, it was Baguio… and I wanted to see my sister who my parents said wasn’t feeling well when they visited her the previous week.
It took some juggling, but I managed to get a Friday leave and cough up some funds. I planned to go back on Saturday around lunch, leaving Den in Baguio. The last minute, my brother Miks and Den’s sister Mic joined us, so not only was it a friend bonding trip, but a sibling bonding one.
We decided to take the earliest trip from Manila to Baguio, but instead of the midnight trip, we got the 2 AM one. Not bad, but somehow, there was another mix-up in the tickets (which happened the last time Den & I went to Baguio too. I wonder if there’s a jinx of sorts?). The trip was rather long too, closer to seven hours instead of six like it was originally.
We arrived in Baguio amidst the sounds of Air Supply videoke and the Pork Chop Duo. Upon arrival, we went to meet my sister Otki, drop off our stuff and go to UP.
Ah, UP. No words could describe you. You’ve changed but I still love you. We had breakfast at the Upper Canteen and went around the campus, with me as the tour guide. We had the requisite pictures with Oble and waited for Otki.
Just because there’s a UP in Diliman or Manila doesn’t make this UP less of… UP. ^_~
We spent the rest of the morning at SM while waiting for 2 PM so we could check in. Den & Mic slept the afternoon away, while my siblings and I went back to SM to shop and meet my friend Yvie. Afterwards, Otki went with her friends, while I lounged at the hotel using their free wi-fi.
Dinner was at our staple restaurant, Steaks and Toppings, and afterwards, a nice walk along Session Road.
The next day, Miks went home early, while Den & I met up with our classmates Kat and Jang for breakfast at Pizza Volante along Session (this branch is what the locals like better than the one at SM hehe). It was a wonderful hour of chatting and good food.
Afterwards, Den went to meet her friend in SM (again, hehe) and I went to meet Otki. My friends from our office’s IT were in Baguio to work on something, so I thought I’d visit them. I wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity to see this place up close.
I caught the 1:10 PM bus to Manila, while Otki went back to school. My trip was more than eight hours, and I barely made it to my best friend’s party — but I did! The only thing I wasn’t able to do that weekend was watch the Davids in concert, but I didn’t mind… much :p
It has been eleven years since I graduated from high school. That alone should be an indication of how old I am in terms of numbers, but somehow, I don’t feel old. Maybe it’s because I haven’t really found where I want to be in this world, hence I still feel like I did ten years ago.
Maybe it’s just my nature.
High school reunions, in most cases, do tend to make you feel old. For many, the prospect of seeing their old classmates is not a fun thing, as it may bring about memories they’d rather suppress. From this point of my life, I can safely say that high school was good to me. It wasn’t the best, perhaps, nor do I get those “Damn, I miss it all and want to revisit it” feelings like I do when I remember college, but there’s this feeling of sentimentality still.
I would wonder more if I didn’t have those, especially since more than half of the people in my high school batch were my classmates and friends since pre-school. I’ve got pictures to prove it too, if you don’t want to rely on my memories.
Thursday night was probably an odd time of choice for a dinner reunion, being the middle of the work week and the Friday work day looming. I had already taken the day off to work on the application for school, so begging off the next day wasn’t an option. Still, my best friend of nearly twenty years and I went, and for a change, I was the late one, not her.
I didn’t know what to expect, really. Awkwardness? A bit of hesitancy considering that most of us haven’t seen each other in eleven years, except for the odd moments in between? Perhaps the fear that they would all realize that I was truly weird and I’d be cast out?
No. None of those. In fact, it didn’t feel any different. We were all older, true. Some looking a little more, er, healthier than the rest, but it was as if we all picked up where we left off. Perhaps not as smoothly as one could expect, but still well enough that there were no awkward moments.
It was a night where laughter dominated. Stories were exchanged in extra loud tones. Old relationships and gossips somewhat unearthed (but thankfully, not so much), memories of the good and not so good relived and can now be laughed at.
I got to see people I haven’t really thought of in so long but realize mean a lot to me. I got to reconnect with the friends I made back then, those who knew me at my worst (I haven’t reached my best yet, but I think I’m better), when I was still a kid (though I still am, in many ways). I’ve gotten to hug my best friend after a long time (our story is really funny) and basically just had a really great time reliving my childhood til teen-hood.